Chords that connect burst into my wandering heart with a feeling
That can never be told
My charismatic walking, how can I enter a house without knocking
Pushing houseowners through the cold

They robbed me once, and I'll pay twice
I should've focused on rolling the dice
Probabilities are odd; I'm quiet
Before all typewritten curses collide and unite

They suspect me to be a superstitious monster
Waking from a folktale
My stories are dangerous, and my poems release fear and anger
Watch out for my literature
Doubt all of me, but never my work
A dangerous writer seeks all
To be the odds in favor of mine